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I spend way too much time daydreaming. I mean, if I daydreamed of socially-impacting new theories or effort-intensive creations, I would not be complaining, but this tends not to be the case and it's getting annoying. I'm getting to the point where I may have to force myself to wear a rubber band around my wrist so I can snap it whenever my mind starts to wander. Or set up a piggy bank beside my terminal and punish myself financially so I can at least give myself some ample savings (and thus reprieve from my cheapo kraft dinner diet of the last two weeks). Why do I recreate events in my head? Why must I constantly refer to the past, whether it be good or bad, and have the movie clips play on a mental loop? I don't see where this is getting me and I wish I could just chop out that part of my brain that gives me that superficial high when it reflects on things. I'd also like to chop out the part that finds watching the King of the Hill episode about Dale finding out his father performs at a Gay Rodeo so humourous, even after seeing it three times. Add on to that my entire memory of celebrity birthdays from my fan-era of the late 80s. Oh, and most importantly, chop out that memory of the hour and forty-five minutes I spent wasting away in the theatre this past Friday while watching Johnny English, by far the most predictable and mundane comedy I have seen in eras. Please let me forget that, first and foremost. So in essence, though selective brain component elimination is valid, I think I should start working on the cessation of time-wasting. Period. Daydreaming about the past, doddling, memorizing inpertinent facts and watching stupid movies that I know are stupid before I even sit down in the theatre (I got out of work two hours early and had time to kill, OK?). I'll start tomorrow. More diaries to read.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |